360 degree angle,
In existence everywhere you can't handle,
You'd have to be a 360 degree knife with sharp edges,
To make way through this maze, encapsulated with hedges,
Hedges you can't see through, like your perspective on life,
Too bad the predator is the one with the knife,
The faceless predator waiting in the maze,
Representative of all the 'morals' you envisage with a haze,
The good and bad morals intertwined in one,
Until eternity ends: is when it's done.
Why do you play games in a maze with no way out?
Maybe you like to suffer in the forthcoming drought?
No matter the reason, no one will know your pain,
Don't think for a second they know what's occurring in your brain.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry: With a thousand words; and a million more reasons
PoetryA collection of poems produced by yours truly. My aim is to inspire people in their daily lives, maybe even relate to a person or two along the way. I like writing to relate, whilst having fun and expressing my deepest thoughts and feelings througho...
